✧ .METAL DISAPOINTMENT. ✧

✧ [M E T A L   S O N I C   P O V] ✧

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All my life is suffering,

so much suffering.

My own 'father' hates me,

with pure disappointment clear,

may I beg for forgiveness?

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✧ Is it such a crime for me to pray for his attention? I understand I am nothing but a robot, but my figurative heart craves it. My purpose is to surpass Sonic's abilities. His speed, agility and all such strengths, whilst also ensuring to avoid his weaknesses. Like his unreasonable emotional attachment to his companions. 

✧ But my new co-worker Sage, has made me reconsider. She deems this...dynamic of ours...family. I...am not so sure on this. She claims I am her brother, and she is my sister. Making Doctor Robotnik my...father. Not just my creator. Meaning the one I do all this for is...my father? It is a foolish idea. 

✧ I do not believe it, I am just a robot. Not a son, nor brother. Not anyone's family. Just metal with a purpose. I am nothing more. Just like the Doctor has told me. I'm nothing. A weapon of choosing for those with power over me. My...consciousness is not intentional, therefore I will treat it as if it is not there. I am not alive. Not in the way I should be. I am a weapon, not as a being of sentience. But do forgive me...for occasionally feeling otherwise. When I'm down on the ground, destroyed, drowning in my own failure, these ideas cross my intellect. It is more than an inferior way to exist, and yet, for some unexplainable reason, it is my life. Though, I am not truly alive, am I? 

✧ Am I? Am I alive, the same as you? Or is it simply just a dream that has been fed to me by delusion? I wish I had the solution for my worries. I do not want...to be alive. I pray to be a mindless robot, like the badniks father- no Robotnik creates. But no. I have consciousness. I may not be alive like you. 

But I am real.

✧ I assure you, Father. I am real. And regardless I still stay loyal to you. Living or not, I am still a weapon created to outsmart and assist in ruling over you. One day, I will win. And you will be nothing compared to me. My unintentional consciousness will not hold back my wrath.

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